My Teacher Threw My Report About My Marine Dad’s Dog in the Trash and Made Me Apologize—Then Scout Walked Into Our Classroom

“Do you want them stapled?” the librarian asked.

“Not yet.”

Clara wanted Ben’s final notes included first.

At home, Lauren made spaghetti while Clara checked the folder.

The grocery receipt lay beside the bread basket.

Forty-six dollars and eighteen cents.

Clara noticed the number because Lauren had been comparing prices at the store.

Everything about the evening was ordinary.